The illusion is that of life itself.

Its of yesterday and today and tomorrow.

There is no past or present or future.

There just is.

Who's to say we're not all stuck in a dream?

A neverending dream full of miracles

and happily ever afters

but also full of nightmares

and terrors of the unknown.

Who knows...

Maybe our fear itself is also an illusion?

Or maybe its the illusion that we actually fear.

Our actions could be decided

by the hands of a puppet master.

Pulling our strings and making us dance

for no other reason than his own merry amusement.

Perhaps we just exist.

For no other reason than to carry on.

What if there is no grand plan?

No infinite.

What if we live in a snow globe

and the sparkling stars we see at night

are the product of a mother

picking us up and shaking us?

All the while telling a small child stories

of knights and castles and princesses

in far off lands. What if there is such a thing

as the boogey-man and there are monsters under the bed

and all it takes is our belief in them

to make them real?

Maybe they're not evil. Maybe thats exactly what they need.

Someone to believe in them.

What if our every thought

was generated by a person unknown

in a lab coat? Working a five to nine job

with two kids at home and tired eyes,

typing a neverending algorithm ino a computer.

What if our whole civilization-

Our whole world

lived on one tiny flower? And that flower

sat in a field, on top of a cliff, on another planet,

in another universe, with its very own infinite.